Chapter 34“Am I being selfish?” I asked Philip again when we got back to my mother’s house. I watched her hobble to the house and stop at the front porch. She waved over at the next-door neighbors.
“For not helping your mother inside?” he asked.
I shook my head. “For not seeming overzealous to move back to Arizona.”
Philip inhaled, gripping the steering wheel. “I don’t think there’s a selfish bone in your body.”
“Then why do I feel this way?”
He turned to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “How do you feel?”
“Confused. Hurt. Numb. Like I’ve been hit by a bulldozer.”
“Your mother wanting us to come live with her is no different than you asking her to move to Milestone to be close to us. She’s trying to make that difficult and awkward transition without your father.”
I leaned bac
